Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Get Her// Stiles

You were purposely hiding from Scott and Stiles all day. During a full moon, you hurt Stiles and ever since, you've felt like it was your fault and stayed away from him.

Allison told you that they weren't mad at you anymore. But you couldn't face them. You threw Stiles against a wall, scratched up Scott. You felt so bad for getting out of control. You were always in control, always, and having that feeling that you couldn't control yourself during a full moon was like..something you never felt. Something you never wanted to feel again. Everyone is says that it makes you feel powerful and big, but instead it made you feel like you couldn't control yourself. The bloodthirst was the worst. All you wanted to do was rip everyone's flesh from their bones.

You absolutely hated that feeling. Sometimes you wish you could take back being a werewolf.

You decided to grow a pair of balls and go over Stiles'. Sheriff Stilinski let you in and you went upstairs, toward Stiles' room.

Both Stiles and Scott were coming out of Stiles' room. You stopped in your tracks, looking at them.

"Hey guys." You said, looking awkwardly at your feet.

Suddenly, Stiles and Scott whispered something to each other and yelled, "Get her!" and started running towards you. You prepared yourself for impact just as Stiles and Scott's arms wrapped around you, squeezing tightly.

"Gahh we missed you so much!" Scott beamed, smiling.

"Well, I missed you guys too," you said to them. "And I really wanted to apologize for what happened on the full moon."

"We're okay."

Scott left about an hour later and you were laying in Stiles bed, your back facing him. You were almost exhausted from today's events. You loved Stiles' bed more than yours. You didn't really know why though. Maybe it was the smell of it. Maybe it was the softness. Maybe it was just the fact it was his bed in general.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Stiles asks, laying on the bed beside you.

You turned over to face him, pulling the blankets up to your chin. "Nothing, really."

He bopped your nose with his finger, smiling at you. You smiled and snuggled over into his chest.

Stiles was definitely you bestest friend. You two have been friends since like coming out of the womb.

You sighed, closing you eyes as Stiles stroked your hair.

"You know that I love you y/n, right?" He breaks the comfortable silence.

"Of course I do."

"Not like that," he stops stroking your hair. "I mean like, I really love you."

You looked up at him. You never really thought about Stiles like that. Maybe because he was always kind of the boyfriend you never had.

"Shit, I shouldn't have said any-"

You sat up, leaning down and swiftly pushing your lips against his.

"I love you too, Stiles."